It was an incredibly warm day for November, Riley Poole thought to himself as he walked down the busy city street. He was heading to the grocery store to pick up some supplies. He had his earbud headphones plugged in, and didn't notice when a man called out to him. It was only when someone grabbed his shoulder that he turned to face the man, a slightly annoyed expression marking his face.

"What the heck-" Riley's face quickly changed from annoyance to surprise when he realized that the man who had grabbed his shoulder was his friend, Ben Gates.

"Ben," Riley murmured, wrapping his arms around his friend.

When Riley pulled away from the hug, he realized that Ben was clearly speaking to him, as he could see his lips move. Riley quickly yanked off his headphones, and shoving it, along with his ipod into his jacket pocket in a jumbled mess. "Sorry, what were you saying?" Riley asked him, smiling apologetically.

"I need your help." Ben told him, as they both started walking down the street towards the grocery store. Riley kicked a few orange leaves with his hightops and grinned.

"Is this like a break-into-your-house type help, or a treasure type help?" Riley questioned Ben, smirking lightly.

They continued walking, as Ben pondered the question. "Since we found the treasure of Cibola, I've received many letters from fans asking for help to find treasures all over the world. Most of these are urban legends or just frauds. But there were a few that caught my attention."

As Ben started to talk, Riley grabbed a shopping cart, and started to look through the weekly flyer. They moved further into the store, coming to a standstill in the middle of the produce aisle. "Are you planning on pursuing any of these stories?"

Ben grinned at him, his eyes lit up with excitement. " Of course."

It never took much convincing on Ben's part to get Riley to help him out. He could say the most outlandish statements like "I'm going to steal the Declaration of Independance", which saner people would have laughed and walked away. But Riley could never turn his back on his friend. He knew how crazy Ben sounded sometimes, but he also knew that his best friend wasn't all talk. He produced results. If he said that he was going to do a task(no matter how insane or impossible it may be), There was no doubt in Riley's mind that it would be done.

They spent twenty minutes collecting everything Riley needed, before hauling the groceries back to his apartment. Ben sat at the kitchen table and started to sort through some of the letters that he'd brought with him, while Riley quickly put away all his groceries.

His apartment was a tiny bachelor apartment, with a horrible view. Apart from his extensive collection of electronics filling his entire living room, everything else he owned was pre-owned. There was an ancient armchair which he used to watch TV, and a scratched up dresser filled with clothes, and a beat-up table with two mismatched chairs. He sat down across from Ben at the tiny kitchen table, the pile of letters neatly stacked in the centre of the table in front of him. He put his reading glasses on, then gave Ben a tiny smile.

"Ok Ben, show me the letters."